THESE OLD TALKING SHOES!
These Old Talking Shoes!
Who said humans or animals are the only rich environment for comfort? There are more ways to kill the cat… too many ways to survive.
One can find solace and comfort for peace in different forms of nature God surrounds us with. Nature, unlike people… is the most reliable form of detoxing.
Birds chirping and singing early in the morning is the most priceless way to interact with nature.
I once heard and listened to one bird in my garden one morning… singing and changing tunes like fifteen times. What an impressive day this was for me!
I have incalculable reasons in my life to be grateful than regrets… never wear a sulky face every day as if the world owes me something.
I believe my life alone… costs God to slaughter a thousand cows, five hundred pigs and ten thousand trees to colour all these fabrics extracted from these kills.
The Proverbial Children of Israel would share my sentiments and testify with me. Just how God for forty years… kept their clothes and shoes from wearing and tearing out.
By your looks, I could tell you have never looked at your life this way. You can spend all your miserable life complaining about how green the other side is than yours!
What is life? It all depends on your own definition which you carved and extracted from your tears of self-pity.
Oh, so you think you are being realistic and truthful when you waste your everyday… crying from sunrise to sunset shedding tears only visible to you alone?
Hello.
These old talking shoes of mine carried me for more than a decade. I had to take their picture before I shredded them.
Oh no.
I have never been so emotional about retiring old shoes before in my life.
You know… just how grateful I am for you to keep the soles of my feet above ground and in all kinds of weather.
I kicked off this farewell conversation with my shoes.
Just like they were holding tears and sniffing so emotionally… my shoes nodded.
Like a walking dream it was for us… to be part of all the adventures you took us through. You the legend to us!
How can we forget the way we protected you from hurting your feet?
We bled and took all kinds of punishments and blows for you. We were there and tailored for you!
Whoa!
I was so impressed, humbled and moved at just how these old talking shoes of mine could remember so vividly how we treaded the straight and the narrow alleys of this world!
If the flying birds need their clawed feet to walk down below… Who am I to survive on these thorny grounds without my dear shoes?
Are you laughing at me and think I am crazy?
Well, being crazy has never felt this good and to wake me up to my senses into counting my blessings!
These old talking shoes reminded me that we are all in the gutters but others… are counting stars!
And God said, let us… Genesis reliably informs us.
And there you are, with your condescending heart laughing at nothing!
Every little thing your brain fails to process becomes a joke in your window-less little world!
These old talking shoes wrapped around my sensitive feet, are like the vital oxygen to my lungs.
Everything attached to my body becomes inextricably linked to my dear life. Talking to them individually is the most undeniable talking points for me.
Time fails me to tell you how I miss my prayer tree back then!
I would wake up early each morning and talk to God… this old tree could talk about my cries and tears… she is, my witness!
Look at you now… still scratching your head about these talking shoes of mine!
Hasta la Vista… my old talking shoes!
God never ceases to amaze me by using trivial things to preserve my sanity… when everybody around grapples with debilitating dementia…
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